Eyes Don't Lie
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Jul 6, 2024
Kelly was a shy, quiet girl. She never had a lot of friends growing up. She spent most of her time in her room, reading books and daydreaming about what her life would be like if she was different. She always felt like she was different from the other girls in her class. She didn't understand why she didn't like boys like her friends did. She was scared to tell anyone about her secret, but she knew she couldn't keep it to herself forever. One day, she walked into her history class and saw her teacher, Ms. Carpentier, for the first time. She was immediately struck by her beauty. Ms. Carpentier was tall, with long, wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a commanding presence that made Kelly feel weak in the knees. From that moment on, Kelly knew that she had a crush on her teacher.
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